White the Cursed

01 - All alone

Hey guys !
Back with a new story. This one is a complete AU, crossover of How to Train your Dragon and Rise of the Guardians.
Characters from both movies belong to Cressida Crowell, William Joyce and Dreamworks Animation Studios. I don't own these characters, only the story.

Warning : boy love, lot of angst. Rated T for violence and trauma.

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Chapter 1
All alone

''-a--, I'm scared...''

The words were echoing in his head, crystal clear, a faint echo following the high pitched voice of a little girl. The voice sounded so familiar it was making a dull pain blooming in his chest.

He knew it was not just a dream, it was memories. Anchored in his mind, as deep as sap in a tree. Every night, it was coming back to haunt him. Even if he was able to fight back the images, he could still perfectly see the little girl's face, and the terror adorning it back then.

''I know, I know...'' His own voice soothed, trying to reassure her despite his own fright.

A faint crackle sound echoed inside of his head, as if he was nothing but an empty cave where the sound was boucing on the walls and warping over and over again.

His eyes opened in a jolt and he quickly sat up, panting and sweating as if he had been running, a dull pain throbbing in the middle of his chest. He pressed his cold hands there, hoping to numb it. Slowly folding on himself, he started to rock his own body. Tears rolled down his cheeks while he was still fighting back the memories and catching his breath, but he knew it wouldn't calm down soon enough.

In the middle of his turmoil, he still found solace. Since his voice was stuck in his tight throat, he hadn't made any sound and had not disturbed the other persons liviing in the house.

Still hugging himself and focusing all his might to calm down his panting, he took a quick glance towards the window and noticed it was dawn. A soft pinkish glowing was spreading over the trees and lighting up the dirt path linking the farm to the rest of the village. Birds were chirping outside, sheep bleating, raindrops falling from the roof, in front of the window.

It had rained during the night, again. The teenage boy stared at the raindrops and took the time to count them, setting his breathing on this calm rythm. That's what helped him to finally calm down.

He took one last deep breath before pushing away his blanket, dragging his lithe frame out of the bed's warmth. He really was not impressive. His silhouette may look tall and slender, but it was only a trick of the eye. If his limbs looked long, it was because they were skinny. Bony, even. It was even more visible due to the long nightgown he was dressed in, too large for him. The sleeves were falling over his hands and were so large he could have easily fitted three arms inside. The collar had the tendancy to slip on his shoulders.

Resting his bare feet on the cold wooden floor, he let the chill run up to his knees and reverb along his back. It was nice for him, it helped him wake up properly. After yawning and stretching, he pulled off his nightgown and went to search for other clothes. Heading towards the chest in which he kept his belongings, he walked next to the mirror but averted his eyes from it.

Seeing his pale and bony frame from the corner of his eye was already too much for him, so he quickly rummaged in his clothes and put on the first ones he caught. The beige tunic was floating a bit but appart from that, it was fitting him. The bottom of the dark brown pants was ripped, making him sigh. He was convinced he had already sewed that back two days prior, unless it was other trousers ? He only had three, but they were identical, so it was easy to mistake them.